Keeping me in the dark
Behind my back in my back yard
Shaking my headstealing my seat
Keeping quite alone and meek
I don’t know if she can resist
She don’t when she sees my kess
She’s got a winning touchshe’s preserved in gin
She draws the lineit’s fine this mess I’m in (? )
I’m fine
I’m fine
Don’t look downyou don’t cast a shadow
Peter pan with a baseball bat
You’re old fashioned (? ) like a good-looking cousin
Why can’t you be like that
Never been dumbnever take any bets
Pockets bulgewe’d be riddled with debt
Moving our heads ? ? ? ? ?
We’d be driving ? ? ? ? ?
So they can’t hear you complain
So they can’t hear you complain
Coach bobthe president and god
Said we’re gonna leave you black and blue
I wouldn’t want you to be misled
No one will recognize you
That’s betteryou’re down on the mat now
You’re concrete and nobody’s guess
Get married and I’d probably hate it
Why won’t you settle for less?
Don’t look downyou don’t cast a shadow
Peter pan with a baseball bat
You’re old fashioned (? ) like a good-looking cousin
Why can’t you be like that